Chapter 389 The Undead Two-turn Player

The knife is the soul of the warrior. Go forward bravely. The sword is the spirit of the warrior. It is better to bend than to bend. Indeed, the knife, the offensive is like thunder, regardless of bravery, the combination of mighty and domineering, the sword is more light and clever, with profound swordsmanship and figure to attack its unpreparedness, and break its defense. This is why in the proud world, the Huashan School Sword Sect is more powerful than the Qi Sect, and Dugu Jiujian is more alone in the world, and Mo Yan doesn't seem to understand the real subtlety of swordsmanship. The strength of the sword to walk the knife is spectacular, but in fact, it is false, and it is just a failure.

Under the same circumstances, the knife of Wuji is powerful, and its style is even more domineering. The shape of the knife is the same, just like a human knife. The knife walks away, and the person stops. How can such a knife be resisted? Some people say that good weapons should be matched with good people, and weapons will choose their own masters, while Dao Wuji doesn't think so. The treasure knife has its own ideas, but how can it be compared with people? Even a person's will can be changed by external forces, not to mention knives. People who can't master their weapons don't say that they are not the same as weapons. It can only be said that they can't control the knife. For the knife Wuji, the knife is like a woman. There is only a woman who can't take it. How can't be a woman who is not the same? If she has strong ability, the single-plank bridge can also become the Avenue of sunshine. Without ability, weapons and women are not what you can master. Therefore, the person who is about to die under his own knife in front of him is a typical example. He can't fully master the ability to know himself, so there is only a dead end.

Dao Wuji suddenly waved the knife, and the knife spirit was like the dawn and morning light. There was no way to escape from Mo Yan! At this time, the second-turn players of Rashomon joined in and wanted to disintegrate the current arrogant situation, but is it a little late now? If Mo Yan is killed, the dark fantasy will be in chaos. Even if the lady is useless this time, it is not enough to control so many people in a simple sentence.

At this moment, Dao Wuji's arrogant face showed a surprised expression, because he actually saw a big hammer appearing in his sight and was attacking him at a high speed. Before he came to his senses, the hammer had hit his chest heavily, and then a sudden explosion: "Explosive hammer !" ... With a bang, the power of the explosion came again outside Huangling City. It was the explosion that Zhang Jingfen and others heard!

The explosive hammer hit Dao Wuji's body fiercely. Although it was just a simple hammer, the effect was very effective. Dao Wuji held the knife and immediately flew backwards out. The strong protruding muscles in the chest suddenly collapsed, as if the whole chest had been broken, which was very horrible. "Ah..." Dao Wuji whispered in pain. With a roar, the clenched teeth were forced to loosen, and large bloodshot from the tip of the tongue and flew back dozens of meters before hitting the ground heavily.

The scene was silent, and even the beast that was about to rush over suddenly stopped and looked at the slowly rising mushroom cloud. The players were shocked. What they were shocked was not that the knife was blown up, not the power of the explosive hammer, but that the person who used the explosive hammer was fucking dead! What the hell is going on with this cheating situation!

As time went by, no one in the scene popped up, as if the time had been fixed. For a long time, the knife Wuji popped out of the broken soil and slowly sat up. The dragon-shaped tattoo on the bloody chest at the corner of his mouth was blown up black, which was exactly the place where the faucet was concave a little, which was extremely scary. Dao Wuji raised his head and looked in front of him in surprise, as if he didn't even care about the injury on his body. But I saw a person, no, a corpse, standing in the huge pit with an explosive hammer. Why did he say that he was a corpse? Because he doesn't even have a head! In this case, there are many amputated limbs all over the body, but all of them are black holes, and there is no flesh and blood, which is almost comparable to the ghosts in horror movies.

But even so, everyone present can recognize who this person is, wearing a punk costume. Who else can there be except the owner of the explosive hammer! But...but...why did you come back from the dead?

"Well..." He was drunk and bored and snorted. He turned his head and looked at the head that rolled into the broken mound. His eyes were as horrible as ghosts. People close to this place quickly retreated, three steps? More than thirty steps.

With a move of the devil's hand, the head was like a goose returning to the nest. "Wow" flew to the devil's chirp. The devil raised his hand and grabbed his head and turned it casually to his head. The head turned up and pressed it again, as simple as a light bulb.

"Goolong." The people around him made a sound of swallowing saliva. The originally small voices gathered together and looked extremely loud. Everyone turned to look at the people around them, all of which were full of fear, because the resurrection of the demon's choo represents another serious thing - the immortal two-turn player.

The demon who reloaded his head turned his head and seemed to be a little unaccustomed or pressed. The gurgling sound between his necks made him hairy all over his body. At this time, the demon jiujiujiu stared at the knife with the dead fish eyes covered with black circles and said slowly, "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you something. " The demon chirto spoke very slowly. As he spoke, the powerful explosive hammer he raised walked towards the knife Wuji. Then he continued, "I come from the west, far away, and it's not called the undead country."

"The undead in the West!" Dao Wuji stared at each other and said in shock. He has long learned from his official website that in addition to the four open continents, there are five continents, with a climate of harmony, lush and diverse plants, a sea on both sides, a rainy and humid climate and dense forest. Icebergs and deserts, plains and wilderness of Ningzhou. The vast and boundless Hanzhou. Shangzhou with volcanoes and endless snowfields, and Yunzhou with extremely high terrain and mountains. Behind the plateau of Yunzhou, there is an endless desert, where the group of immortals are called undead. If players can find them, they may get the power of immortality. At that time, when he saw this message, he just sneered. He thought that this kind of thing was either fictional or not as powerful as rumors. Ha ha, immortality? Are you kidding me! Damn it!

"Undead! There are really undead people!" There are also those well-informed players who like to watch the news on the forum. After telling their companions about the rumors of the undead, they immediately exclaimed like waves on the lake, stirring up layers after layer.

The beast looked at the wind with a wry smile and said silently, "It's over. I can't beat it." At this time, he was a little more open-minded. He was really popular. He thought he was the protagonist of the novel, but when he really came on stage, he found that the aura of the protagonist was really on others's head. This sense of loss was really so that he had no sense of belonging, but in this way, he was much more relaxed.

When the wind is silent, his face turns blue. It is really a headache for such a person to appear in the camp that is not suitable for enemies but not for friends. He said slowly, "I will never die. This is impossible at all. It is impossible for the game to set up such a thing. Even if there is, it will not give players such ability. There must be some weakness that can kill him!" The tone of the wind's silent fist was very firm.

The beast control smiled slightly and laughed. It was that he was detailed that he had this ability, otherwise he would not be silent.

"Hahahahahahahaha!" A burst of arrogant laughter interrupted everyone's thoughts. He turned his head and looked at it. It turned out to be Dao Wuji, who was still lying on the ground. This made the onlookers a little puzzled again. They were all injured like this, and there was an unbeatable opponent standing in front of him and still laughing? Have you been beaten silly? On the contrary, Mo Yan and others, who stood on the same side with the demon, had an ominous foreboding in their hearts.

Sure enough! Just as Dao Wuji laughed, two small red dots suddenly lit up in the blackened place on Dao Wuji's chest. It was the dragon eye with the dragon-shaped tattoo! The dragon's eyes lit up, and Dao Wuji still laughed wildly. With the violent breathing, Dao Wuji's chest fluctuated violently, making the dragon seem to squirm on his body, and a purple gas surrounds the knife Wuji beside him. This purple gas is completely different from the previous one. It is very rich. From a distance, it looks like black. Purple Qi turned into a dragon and swam on the knife Wuji, and then held him up. The knife Wuji did not stretch out his hands, and his feet did not bend, so he stood up stiffly and directly. His eyes were closed, and the long black hair, which was originally bound together, also spread out and casually draped on his shoulders. The purple gas rolled and rotated, and the purple gas inside seemed to squirm one by one. Like muscles, it's shocking.

Mo Yan fell to the ground and roared, "Come on! Don't let him recover! Organize him quickly!" It doesn't need to say that anyone can see that Mo Yan was gathering at this time, but only drunkenness and boredom and his wife left. The different hearts of Luo Shengmen did not move. It seemed that he had to observe for a period of time, and the demon choo did not move. He just stood there and turned over the dead fish eyes of the person with a burst of anger in his heart. Mo Yan cursed in his heart. For a while: "Fuck, you're not afraid of death, we're afraid!"

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